Job Profile of Motherhood

Because I am a mother and because it
is a very child centric profession, I have my blues to sing and yellows to
dance on. It is such a 1-2-1 (as in b2b) work ethic that I am always focused on
the things that she does and how I react
and vice versa. Care the least of her
association with others including the father. Although it does concern me how
my product will behave and show social emotions to the rest of her kin and
kinds.

A constant debate is what goes on in
the head to clarify all her actions
starting with the way she sleeps, to
brushing her teeth and to finish the
food that is packed in her lunch
box. Near or far, your one eye, one ear, one heart, one mind, one kidney, one
liver, one stomach is always busy catering to her.

If there are longer pauses of silence
the ear will not resist checking on what’s cooking. The eye sees the
unbelievable mess and the heart absorbs the catastrophe with patience. A part
of the mind tries to engage her in something productive and there on the kidney
fails to catch up on her fast running shoes. In the end the stomach digests the
leftovers from her plate, the uneaten and sometimes spitted pieces of pure
health. Since so much goes on during the time the menace is awake- the liver
finds solace only as the night falls.

Every single milestone in the role of
motherhood is challenged with new roadblocks and is rewarded with nasty
comments, ugly faces, dirtier laundry, dozens of homework and a plethora of
mess. Patience is the first strength mentioned in the resume of a mommy. And
each day, we are entitled to gather up our souls to mend what needs to be
mended, and stay calm.

For years, this has been regarded as
the most challenging job with qualification that speaks for itself. It is by
far the most beautiful job profile one can ever ask for. No matter how much we
sulk, in the end we are just so proud to see our own reflection extending its
arms to the world. The whirlwind never dies out yet the aura of love spreads
without fail. All the hard work we put in shines out.

Pride walks in and gifts us
delightful moments that we cherish all our lives. The first time she starts to walk, or says Mumma. A
medal or trophy won at school, building up creative stories, holding confident
and intelligent conversation with random people – all that it takes in raising
a child seems more credible than ever before.

Such are the treats and troubles
here. It is so engrossing and demanding that you cannot do anything but focus
here. With age and experience, we become ‘Child’fish, ‘Chlld’employed and
‘Child’possessed for the rest of our lives. I guess it all seems worth-while.